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as the day ends
I take a last walk
around my own
house stepping
on the garden
grass eyes up
to the clouds
sailing slowly
sending me
the rhythm
I had lacked
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Jul1
Rhythm
Tag Archives: reading
Mar24
An Upside Down World
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tonight
the moon is full
emptied from a thousand
engagements I lay in hot
water maybe illuminated
from the sky the silence
repose approaching
hidden from light
an upside down world
a somersault and a wriggle to
find myself wondering star under
inside some lights I turn off
before the thoughts – then the eyes
slightly vibrating
weightless in the space
I found within
Mar3
Give Shapes To Music
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my favorite occupation
has been that of
listening to silence
to give shapes
to music singing
with my hands
on top of the colors
that lay already there
to tiptoe in-love
slowing down
my responses
to evade darkness
into the beauty held
inside as the harmony
viable all around
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Poem from California Notebooks 01
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Feb25
How Often We Forget
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how often we forget
it is us revolving
around the sun
we sit contemplating
in our living room
the shadows changing
how often we forget
we are mirrors
of others attitudes
we point the finger
pick up a part to act
just impersonating
how often we forget
to simply be a simple
word being thank you
no chats about the sun
moving raising setting
telling ourselves truths
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This poem is included in the bilingual collection California Notebooks 01. Click on the title for info.
Jan14
Eternity Roams
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eternity roams
inside me I can’t
help but travel
forever wondering
the mind and space
on earth as in dreams
seeking some order
chasing the waters
harmony to fill me
deep from the inside
to make me a lake
alas at home
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This poem is part of the bilingual poetry collection California Notebooks 01 on sale on Amazon. If you wish you can read the Italian version on the post previous to this one titled Armonia.
Jan1
A Hint of Poetry for the New Year
Happy New Year, Happy New Life!
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I wish no one
to die without a hint
of poetry
a hue of love
compassion or
passion
I wish you
all the urge to cross
over this
threshold
while in your home
a nice skin
seeking a touch
from heaven to come
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This poem is part of the poetic collection, available on Amazon, California Notebooks 02
Dec10
In Essence
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I press hard
most of the times
my whole
life to go beyond
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to detach myself
from disappointment
transcending
into the essence
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Dec3
Worthy
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the minute
I had to convince you
I was worthy
I should have noted it
was the day it
was over
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Nov26
Love is Reverence
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I have worn shoes
covered with trails
dust sticking loud
louder than my long
path of silence I
have asked to see
the way I could tread
barefoot as in a dream
where roads aren’t
hard where people
say without speaking
love is reverence
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Nov13
The Birds Trills
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just before
I breathed in I was
breathing out
I run to this
place to be with you
you seem aloof
to life or to give
anything out afraid
even to receive
I play with the birds
trills as people rush
home from work
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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02
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Jun4
Early
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early this morning
the sun kissed
the tips of grass
like light
bulbs turned on
one at a time
to brighten the
soggy meadow
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May28
Finding Rest
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to soar up
above all
where stars
wait on the night
to pasture blue
clouds unkempt
where prayers
roam before
finding rest
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This poem is part of the selection for the new collection, soon to be published, California Notebooks 03.
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Feb3
Con il buio
Sunday’s Poems are dedicated to Italian Poetry
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i giorni in cui devo
insegnare
mi sveglio
.
prima degli uccelli
parto
con il buio
.
con il buio ritorno
le stelle mi illuminano
di sorrisi
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Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!
Jan15
Once More
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I did read six pages
this morning
to make me revolve
once more
in the right direction
it has been
long since I could
poetry came
to give me a hand
to see who
am I once more
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Feeling sad… The six pages mentioned in this poem I published Tuesday are those of a Mary Oliver book, and today, two days later, she passed away…
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Sep18
The Last Summer Sun
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I turn my shoulders
to the last summer sun
inconsolable for fall
at the door and winter
following they get into
my bones and stay too
long I try resignation
to no avail on my
mutilated wings
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California Notebook 03 is on its way!
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